Zack: A what? *follows her gaze and yelps, becoming highly defensive* Oh heavens above, no way! I have a penis and I know how to use it. I have a daughter for crying out loud. *sighs and crouches down over the boiling pot, picking up the pair of tongs so he can pluck out one of the boiled ears of corn, placing it on one of the plates. He then attempts to hand it to her, along with the pot of churned butter and a knife* Here, eat. I’ll wash off the frying pan. Be careful, it’s hot. *heads back outside and picks up the frying pan, heading down to the river to wash it off*
